The sky sits quietly over the hill.
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tales are told by whispers of wind.
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Close your eyes to see
The stars in the sea.
Dreams are where we play,
In the morning's soft ray.
If you listen closely,
You might hear the key:
Holding life's melody,
Touched by destiny.